On the other side of the border...

Day 2: Oxford to Newton Stewart.
Km driven that day: 713

We left Oxford later than we intended and braved the motorway towards Scotland. After a few (mistakenly taken) detours, we arrived finally in the right place. We abandoned the idea of visiting Culzean Castle, too far and expensive, and went instead to the Mull of Galloway (what's a mull?), trying on the way to find Kirkmadrine's Stones (which, having driven around the land where the signs assured us they were, we didn't find).

We did find a phone booth, though.

Scotland is full of sunshine, the region where we are looks like Brittany (with a ratio of 3 sheep for a cow), and the houses are charming. We have taken of course way too many pictures which we will have to sort at home.

In the Youth Hostel, our Scottish host was (white-bearded) charming and helpful, and indicated a short walk to take, down to the burn and back.

We found a small church and its cemetery

  

Detail of a Celtic cross

We were few at the hostel,  which was lucky for us as we had decided for this trip to cook our meal, taking advantage of the self-catering option of Youth Hostels.